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“
She
has
been
dead
these
nine
years
.
”
And
nine
years
,
Catherine
knew
,
was
a
trifle
of
time
,
compared
with
what
generally
elapsed
after
the
death
of
an
injured
wife
,
before
her
room
was
put
to
rights
.
“
You
were
with
her
,
I
suppose
,
to
the
last
?
”
“
No
,
”
said
Miss
Tilney
,
sighing
;
“
I
was
unfortunately
from
home
.
Her
illness
was
sudden
and
short
;
and
,
before
I
arrived
it
was
all
over
.
”
Catherine
’
s
blood
ran
cold
with
the
horrid
suggestions
which
naturally
sprang
from
these
words
.
Could
it
be
possible
?
Could
Henry
’
s
father
—
?
And
yet
how
many
were
the
examples
to
justify
even
the
blackest
suspicions
!
And
,
when
she
saw
him
in
the
evening
,
while
she
worked
with
her
friend
,
slowly
pacing
the
drawing
-
room
for
an
hour
together
in
silent
thoughtfulness
,
with
downcast
eyes
and
contracted
brow
,
she
felt
secure
from
all
possibility
of
wronging
him
.
It
was
the
air
and
attitude
of
a
Montoni
!
What
could
more
plainly
speak
the
gloomy
workings
of
a
mind
not
wholly
dead
to
every
sense
of
humanity
,
in
its
fearful
review
of
past
scenes
of
guilt
?
Unhappy
man
!
And
the
anxiousness
of
her
spirits
directed
her
eyes
towards
his
figure
so
repeatedly
,
as
to
catch
Miss
Tilney
’
s
notice
.
“
My
father
,
”
she
whispered
,
“
often
walks
about
the
room
in
this
way
;
it
is
nothing
unusual
.
”
“
So
much
the
worse
!
”
thought
Catherine
;
such
ill
-
timed
exercise
was
of
a
piece
with
the
strange
unseasonableness
of
his
morning
walks
,
and
boded
nothing
good
.
After
an
evening
,
the
little
variety
and
seeming
length
of
which
made
her
peculiarly
sensible
of
Henry
’
s
importance
among
them
,
she
was
heartily
glad
to
be
dismissed
;
though
it
was
a
look
from
the
general
not
designed
for
her
observation
which
sent
his
daughter
to
the
bell
.
When
the
butler
would
have
lit
his
master
’
s
candle
,
however
,
he
was
forbidden
.
The
latter
was
not
going
to
retire
.
“
I
have
many
pamphlets
to
finish
,
”
said
he
to
Catherine
,
“
before
I
can
close
my
eyes
,
and
perhaps
may
be
poring
over
the
affairs
of
the
nation
for
hours
after
you
are
asleep
.
Can
either
of
us
be
more
meetly
employed
?
My
eyes
will
be
blinding
for
the
good
of
others
,
and
yours
preparing
by
rest
for
future
mischief
.
”
But
neither
the
business
alleged
,
nor
the
magnificent
compliment
,
could
win
Catherine
from
thinking
that
some
very
different
object
must
occasion
so
serious
a
delay
of
proper
repose
.
To
be
kept
up
for
hours
,
after
the
family
were
in
bed
,
by
stupid
pamphlets
was
not
very
likely
.
There
must
be
some
deeper
cause
:
something
was
to
be
done
which
could
be
done
only
while
the
household
slept
;
and
the
probability
that
Mrs
.
Tilney
yet
lived
,
shut
up
for
causes
unknown
,
and
receiving
from
the
pitiless
hands
of
her
husband
a
nightly
supply
of
coarse
food
,
was
the
conclusion
which
necessarily
followed
.
Shocking
as
was
the
idea
,
it
was
at
least
better
than
a
death
unfairly
hastened
,
as
,
in
the
natural
course
of
things
,
she
must
ere
long
be
released
.
The
suddenness
of
her
reputed
illness
,
the
absence
of
her
daughter
,
and
probably
of
her
other
children
,
at
the
time
—
all
favoured
the
supposition
of
her
imprisonment
.
Its
origin
—
jealousy
perhaps
,
or
wanton
cruelty
—
was
yet
to
be
unravelled
.
In
revolving
these
matters
,
while
she
undressed
,
it
suddenly
struck
her
as
not
unlikely
that
she
might
that
morning
have
passed
near
the
very
spot
of
this
unfortunate
woman
’
s
confinement
—
might
have
been
within
a
few
paces
of
the
cell
in
which
she
languished
out
her
days
;
for
what
part
of
the
abbey
could
be
more
fitted
for
the
purpose
than
that
which
yet
bore
the
traces
of
monastic
division
?
In
the
high
-
arched
passage
,
paved
with
stone
,
which
already
she
had
trodden
with
peculiar
awe
,
she
well
remembered
the
doors
of
which
the
general
had
given
no
account
.
To
what
might
not
those
doors
lead
?
In
support
of
the
plausibility
of
this
conjecture
,
it
further
occurred
to
her
that
the
forbidden
gallery
,
in
which
lay
the
apartments
of
the
unfortunate
Mrs
